A Day in the Life of Abbie Roads… It’s for the dogs.
I wake up to Brindle using my shoulder as a pillow.
The dogs go out the moment I open my eyes, or else I risk one of them having an accident. Brindle has separation anxiety and won’t go outside by herself. Rain, snow, sleet, hail—I’m traipsing around the yard waiting for her to find that magical place to tinkle. When we finally get in the house, sometimes she poops. Which isn’t her fault—she never gets in trouble for it. Four years ago, she became paralyzed in her back legs and had to relearn how to walk and how to hold her bladder. But, as the vet said, “S**t just happens.” She can’t control it.
Then I have to get Dobby settled in for the morning. He’s twelve years old and was just diagnosed with doggie dementia. He’s doesn’t act confused, but he’s developed a strange anxiety. His behavior centers around me being on my computer. If I sneak into my office, sit down at my desk, and quietly start typing on my computer—no matter where he’s at in the house, he’ll wake up, and creep into the room. Poor guy shakes and pants from the anxiety of me being a writer! I causes me anxiety too, but he shouldn’t have to suffer because of his mother’s choices–lol. He now takes anxiety meds, but that just takes the edge off.
Getting Dobby settled is a routine, I take him down to our family room in the basement, turn on the nice heated throw blanket, build a warm nest, and make sure he’s comfortable enough to stay in bed for the rest of the morning.
This is Dobby’s I’m so comfortable-don’t-you-even-think-about-disturbing-me face.
After he’s situated, I go to my second floor office. Oh, I forgot to mention that Brindle can’t do stairs and has to be carried up and down every flight. And remember she’s got separation anxiety—so every time I go upstairs or downstairs I have to carry Brindle with me or she gets frantic and getting frantic leads to pooping. So she goes with me everywhere.
In my office, I situate Brindle in a dog bed in front of the heater. She won’t lay down to sleep if it’s not on—she’ll just stand next to it and stare at me. For hours. I’ve timed her. Heater on, she lays down and I start working on writing.
This is how I look when I’m going to be home writing all day. I call it writer hair and writer face. If you look closely, you can see the dog hair all over my sweat shirt. Look even closer and you’ll notice that I’m wearing the same shirt I woke up in. Because… yeah… Getting dressed means putting a sweatshirt over my pajama top.
I take a break around noon to let both dogs out to potty. Because I’ve made Dobby an oh-so-comfortable nest, he won’t move when I call for him to go out. Nope. I have to go down to the basement and get him and carry him outside. If the weather is nice, we’ll all walk around our pond a few times to give human and dogs a bit of exercise.
Then we come back inside and I start all over with getting Dobby comfortable in the basement and getting Brindle situated in her bed in front of the heater.
Sometime in the afternoon, I’ll get bored with my writing and start trying to snap pictures of Brindle sleeping next to my desk. She’s normally very photogenic, but gets a little cranky when I accidently wake her up.
Then it’s time for Daddy to get home. Both dogs love to greet him at the gate. I make supper. We all snuggle in the basement together watching a show or two on TV, then it all happens again. Dobby gets snuggled in the basement because I’m going to spend the evening writing. The only difference is Brindle goes to bed with Daddy instead of staying up with me.
When I’m done with my writing for the day, I let the doggies out, then we all go to bed together. Our tongue-in-cheek family motto is, “The family who sleeps together, is a family who stays together.” I know we’re weird. But we love our dogs. The unconditional love, snuggles, and kisses we get from them is priceless. I mean just look at them. Aren’t they the cutest?
Do you have pets? Tell me about them!
by Abbie Roads
Released: April 4th 2017
Series: Fatal Truth #1
Published by Sourcebooks Casablanca
First in a chilling new paranormal romantic suspense series from award-winning author Abbie Roads
He's found her at last
Cain Killion knows himself to be a damaged man, his only saving grace the extrasensory connection to blood that he uses to catch murderers. His latest case takes a macabre turn when he discovers a familiar and haunting symbol linking the crime to his own horrific past-and only one woman could know what it means.
Only to lose her to a nightmare
Mercy Ledger is brave, resilient, beautiful-and in terrible danger. The moment he sees Mercy, Cain knows he's the one who can save her. He also knows he's beyond redemption. But the lines between good and evil blur and the only thing clear to Cain and Mercy is that they belong together. Love is the antidote for blood-but is their bond strong enough to overcome the evil that stalks them?
Praise for Race the Darkness (Fatal Dreams #1):
"Spine-tingling..." -RT Book Reviews
"Roads blends high-action romantic suspense with the paranormal to tell a love story." -Booklist